Since the return of the cicada to St. Gallen, the security level of the entire city has been significantly improved. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are often groups of soldiers patrolling the streets, carrying spears, shields, and swords at their waists, and once they find a sneaky and mysterious person hiding their heads and tails, they will come forward to interrogate them.

Affected by the impact, the trade market, the streets, the residential buildings, and the quiet corners can be seen in a hurry, their eyes mixed with vigilance, and guarded.

The originally comfortable and leisurely atmosphere in the city quietly dissipated, and there was a faint precursor to entering a state of preparation for war.

The Tiger Cicada couldn't help but think that such a change must have something to do with the news they handed over to Lorovia, the proprietress of the Essardine Tavern.

"What is the purpose of the Cannibals of Guins and Dinoan Raos, and what will happen at the celebration of the tenth anniversary of the succession of the city lord?" Magani looked at the patrol guards in the distance, and suddenly became worried.

"Do they want to launch an attack and seize the sovereignty of the city?"

Some people were worried, and originally wanted to stay out of the matter, but looking at the current situation, it is very likely to be affected by the time.

Rogers pondered, "The City Lord's Mansion and the Rao Xue family have always been at odds, although the latter has hundreds of years of business advantages in the local area, but the city lord is the official orthodoxy of the Sith Empire, with the support of the Deep Winter Spring, and he is generous and benevolent, far more popular with the citizens than the Rao Xue family." ”

"The two sides have always restrained each other and maintained a peaceful situation. Therefore, this action should have been deliberately done by the city lord after getting the news. ”

"With such a big movement, the Rao Xue family can undoubtedly detect the abnormality and restrain it. ”

Regarding Rogers' speculation, Dario retorted with confidence, "The Rao Xue family dares to risk the world's greatness and cooperate with the cannibals who exterminate humanity, without perfect preparation and sufficient certainty, I don't believe it." ”

"Let's not eat radishes salty and worry about it. Magani sighed. The threat of the withering of all things is like the sword of Damocles hanging high, so that the tiger cicada has no spare strength to participate in the game between the two powers.

"However, when the time comes, if the group of crumbs is too much, the tiger cicada can't stand idly by. After all, as a member of St. Gallen, how can you watch it be destroyed?"

Everyone was talking, and before they knew it, they came to the entrance of the old town.

The Old Town is another place where monsters are often seen, in addition to the gloomy and damp sewers.

This is also one of the training grounds of the Force Academy.

This is where Curry's nomination to join the Hunters' Guild falls.

An endless white mist separates the inside and outside of the old city into two areas. From time to time, a cool and faint wind whistles out, dispels the summer heat, and also blows people all over the body.

After showing the Hunter Badge to the bored guards,

Dario's three powerhouses carried the flame of the blood and bore the brunt of the mist, while Rodgers and Curry followed suit and were guarded in the center.

Tiger Cicada has participated in the monthly clean-up operation of the old city, and has long understood that the composition of the old city is roughly divided into three parts: the market, the residential area, and the rat path.

But not long ago, the Academy of Deep Winter Springs suddenly ordered the closure of the rat path located underground. The only options left for them are residential areas and markets.

Tiger Cicada decisively chose the former.

The mottled bluestone paths lead in all directions, dividing the residential area into several irregular areas.

From time to time, crows were alarmed on the withered lampstands near the road, flapping their wings and flying into the surrounding buildings full of traces of time-one after another, from the fog emerging from the decaying edges and corners, and some could still vaguely see the former brilliance and chic.

When I got closer, under the crooked door number, the old walls were cracked with cobweb-like lines, and moss and other mosses were crawling in twos and threes, and the dead yellow vines were hanging in a mess.

The window entrance of the black hole is not covered by glass, and a strange wind howl leaks from time to time, as if there are demons and monsters hiding in the shadows to snoop.

Holding the standard sword at their waist in one hand, they walked cautiously with a half-bowed body, alert to the wind and grass around them.

Before he knew it, the palm of Curry's hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly wet.

Compared to the expressionless and calm faces of others, Curry's bright eyes were full of excitement, but there was no trace of fear of the unknown.

"Whew...... No problem, I'm not a newbie anymore!" He suddenly calmed down as he remembered the cannibal woman who had died under his own sword.

An hour later......

Magani, the leader of the "Kaz ......", stepped on the leg bone of a small animal and suddenly stopped and made a gesture.

Everyone held their breath and followed his gaze.

A vague shadow appeared in the fog ahead, but the Hunter's Emblem did not warn.

"Corpses?"

After they had walked a short distance, the hazy shadow was completely revealed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a scrawny man in unclothed clothes, leaning against the wall of a broken house, motionless.

He was covered in dirt, his face was covered in black dirt, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, he would be no different from a corpse.

Dario looked at him with complicated eyes, and there was a faint disdain in pity.

However, the fledgling Curry couldn't help the pity in his heart, and stepped forward to ask in a good voice, but he didn't get a reply.

Curry squatted down and touched the figure's arm very gently, and up close, the man looked like a beggar, with a rancid smell all over his body, his hair was messy, and his body was covered with ugly scars from some insects and ants. "Boss, this guy seems to have fainted, we ...... Can you help him?"

Several big men were far away, and they didn't mean to come over, "Stinky boy, don't worry about so many idle things, this time I went into the old city to catch monsters for you, don't waste your energy on that guy." ”

Magani's tone was cold, and he was not as approachable as before.

Curry's eyes widened, stunned for a moment, and his immature face flashed a little struggle, and then questioned, "A living human life, just don't care...... Don't ask?"

As he spoke, his voice was low, as if he felt that he was not qualified to ask for anything from others.

"It's for nothing if it's saved!" Dario sighed as he clubbed his sword to the ground with both hands.

"Listen to me, do you think normal people will stay in this hellish place in the old city?"

Curry replied weakly, "They're just poor people who are hungry and cold, homeless." ”

"You're thinking too simply. Rogers sighed, "As long as you work hard in St. Gallen, even the sinners will be fed and clothed, and they will never fall into such a field." ”

"The homeless people living in the Old City are either cowards who have utterly despaired of life and are willing to degenerate, or they are terminally ill and have no money for treatment, or thieves and bandits. These people are by no means the hands of a hunting group. Even if you save this guy with a lot of kindness, believe it or not, he will run back and wait for his death in the blink of an eye?"

As he spoke, Magani glared at Curry fiercely, and did not stop until the other party lowered his head weakly.

"Put away your cheap compassion and don't waste any more time. ”

"I ...... I get it. ”

Curry couldn't help but think of his own past. As an orphan who grew up eating hundreds of meals, he can understand the hardships and hard-won of life better than normal people.

He clenched his fists.

Self-defeating people really don't deserve sympathy. And the terminally ill who are dying, he is powerless to help.

Curry eventually gave in and complied with the decision of the large army, leaving only a small amount of dry food before leaving.

This caused everyone to bend the corners of their mouths noncommittally.

The man, still alone, leaned against the corner, his eyes closed and indifferent, like a weathered statue.